Chapter 9: Try Me
Reese
Lauren’s gaze never left Elizabeth’s hand. Not once.
It rested on mine with a lazily, fingers tracing small, absent circles against my skin as though testing the texture of something she already knew.
The touch wasn’t accidental, it was clearly a performance.
Lauren watched every slow rotation, every casual press of fingertips, and the longer she stared the tighter the air in the room became.
“Where’s my bedroom?” Elizabeth asked, voice light and innocent. She tilted her head toward me, lashes low. “Where am I sleeping tonight? I assumed… next to you.”
Lauren sucked in a sharp breath.
Her hands flew to her hips, nails digging into the flesh there. “Reese?” It was half question, half command.
Just my name. But the meaning behind it was crystal clear. I
